you sent. I thought I’d kept you out long enough.”
“Well, he found me anyway.” She glanced toward the door. “He found something of his father’s. He reached out in February. We’ve had coffee four times.”
“Four times.”
“Yes.”
“You had no right.”
“I had every right. He’s my brother’s son.”
“Half-brother,” I snapped.
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